I know this isn't my essay I wrote on the group essay thing but OH WELL!!!!!
I also know what's it's like to see one of your best friends die in front of you. I know what it feels like to be helpless.
Just about 3 months ago I lost one of my best friends named dylan. Dylan was one of the best friends anyone can ever have and knowing that he's gone just kills me on the inside.
Dylan had asthma and he was a premature baby who had a lot of health problems. But despite all of the things his doctors told him he would go out and live his life to the fullest. t
The start of the downfall of dylan (that's what my friends and I call it because it's like losing a while empire of greatness) was when dylan had hard time breathing one night and he was immediately rushed to the hospital. he was released about a day later and he wanted to go play airlift with us. We took him and on the way there we exolained we are going to a tournament and well sign him up. He was estatic and he couldn't stop saying that we'll win by a land slide. about five hours into the match we got caught in a crossfire. Dylan was scared because it was his first time playing and we were in one of the most intense things possible. We were getting shot at from four sides and we were dropping like flies. After and hour of holding our position Dylan lost it. He fell on the floor and started to flop around like w fish. He was gasping for air and we knew he couldn't breath. Zack pulled out his inhaIer and checkEd how many puffs it had left. The dial read zero. I knew Dylan always carried a second one in his backpack so I hopled over the sandbags and ran as fast as I could to the lobby. I was getting shot and I was in immense pain but I needed to get to his inhaler. I ran through the lobby and ran into the locker room and dug through Dylan's back pack. I grabbed his inhaler and hauled ass all the way back to where Dylan was. I couldn't make it to Dylan so I threw the inhaler to zack. Zack caught it and he gave Dylan's inhaler stuff. we dragged dylan out of their and called the ambulance. We rode over tI the hospital and rushed Dylan to the emergency room. We waited and waited and waited for the doctor To come back with ehat was happening to Dylan. Dylan's family and other fiends where already there. The doctor came out with Dylan at aronf midnight and said he was okay. We all hugged him and everyone loaded up in the cars and we were leaving to go home. On our way home I was face timing dylan. we were talking and then all of a sudden I look up and I see a car going in the opposite direction we were going slam into his car. I looked and my phone to see if Dylan's camera was still working but it was not good. We stopped our car and got out and ran twowards his car. The driver in the red camaro was dead an everyone in Dylan's car was okay.......except for him. The camaro slammed right into the passanger side of their car and right where Dylan was sitting. I saw my best friend get hit and killed by some drunk asshole on the grape vine. I know what it's like to see your best friend die infront of you.
I also know what's it's like to see one of your best friends die in front of you. I know what it feels like to be helpless.
Just about 3 months ago I lost one of my best friends named dylan. Dylan was one of the best friends anyone can ever have and knowing that he's gone just kills me on the inside.
Dylan had asthma and he was a premature baby who had a lot of health problems. But despite all of the things his doctors told him he would go out and live his life to the fullest. t
The start of the downfall of dylan (that's what my friends and I call it because it's like losing a while empire of greatness) was when dylan had hard time breathing one night and he was immediately rushed to the hospital. he was released about a day later and he wanted to go play airlift with us. We took him and on the way there we exolained we are going to a tournament and well sign him up. He was estatic and he couldn't stop saying that we'll win by a land slide. about five hours into the match we got caught in a crossfire. Dylan was scared because it was his first time playing and we were in one of the most intense things possible. We were getting shot at from four sides and we were dropping like flies. After and hour of holding our position Dylan lost it. He fell on the floor and started to flop around like w fish. He was gasping for air and we knew he couldn't breath. Zack pulled out his inhaIer and checkEd how many puffs it had left. The dial read zero. I knew Dylan always carried a second one in his backpack so I hopled over the sandbags and ran as fast as I could to the lobby. I was getting shot and I was in immense pain but I needed to get to his inhaler. I ran through the lobby and ran into the locker room and dug through Dylan's back pack. I grabbed his inhaler and hauled ass all the way back to where Dylan was. I couldn't make it to Dylan so I threw the inhaler to zack. Zack caught it and he gave Dylan's inhaler stuff. we dragged dylan out of their and called the ambulance. We rode over tI the hospital and rushed Dylan to the emergency room. We waited and waited and waited for the doctor To come back with ehat was happening to Dylan. Dylan's family and other fiends where already there. The doctor came out with Dylan at aronf midnight and said he was okay. We all hugged him and everyone loaded up in the cars and we were leaving to go home. On our way home I was face timing dylan. we were talking and then all of a sudden I look up and I see a car going in the opposite direction we were going slam into his car. I looked and my phone to see if Dylan's camera was still working but it was not good. We stopped our car and got out and ran twowards his car. The driver in the red camaro was dead an everyone in Dylan's car was okay.......except for him. The camaro slammed right into the passanger side of their car and right where Dylan was sitting. I saw my best friend get hit and killed by some drunk asshole on the grape vine. I know what it's like to see your best friend die infront of you.